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Month: May 2016

I think some folks are of the opinion that farm life is a magical way of living. They can come spend a week here and see 😉 While I love that we are blessed to live on a farm, there are days right now when I wonder why we do what we do. Perhaps my pregnant self is voicing it’s opinion. It happens way too often 🙂 But when your walk is more like a waddle, and the contractions and tightness are present more than not, and you can’t see your feet, you may get a bit irritable at times. Just saying 🙂

These past weeks have been rain and more rain, with farmers trying to get crops in between showers. It’s been busy. And when I say busy, I mean you may or may not sleep every night. I’m talking about the guys here. I have slept every night, some are just shorter than others 🙂 But when the husbands are busy, the wives and children must fill in more. There have been days that my body feels so weary, I can almost cry with relief when the children are all tucked in bed for the night. But it’s what you do, because it needs doing.

I think God was speaking to me in my devotions today when I read this verse. Yes God, I heard you 🙂I was a tad ungrateful for the busyness lately 🙂 And it hurts a bit to work so hard, with milk prices so low. But God provides, and though I forget sometimes, and complain, I am grateful for His love. He shows up in little ways, ways that we don’t even realize right away. Then you look back, and think, wow! He does care so much!

These 2 have been doing so well at pitching in and helping at milking time. Sure, they grumble sometimes, and complain about their aching backs, but I have been blessed with their desire to help. They know I’m not supposed to carry milkers right now, and if I grab one, I usually hear, “Mom, you know what the midwife said” 😉 It makes me feel good that they care!

We absolutely enjoyed the sunshine these last 2 days, but I’m glad for the rain tomorrow, because that should mean a nap for the farmers 🙂 And maybe the farmers wife 🙂

Our supper tonight was easy and tasty, because yes, the farmer needed to eat and head for the fields. Again 🙂Lord, may we remember to be thankful for every day, even the tough ones!

Hope you all have a good weekend!

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It’s another dreary day. After days of this rainy, cloudy weather, my mood can head towards melancholy. Pregnancy hormones have my emotions all over the place. Today, after reading a Caring Bridge post about a young mother whose cancer seems to be winning it’s battle in her, I couldn’t help but cry. And wonder why? Why is it her, and her family that must go through this? Why a young mother? It doesn’t seem fair that I’m debating what to make for supper, while someone else is going through so much pain.

Right now I know of at least 3 people with cancer in advanced stages. And I wonder, what if it was me? What if it was someone in my family?

Life can be put into perspective so quickly when we think of how quickly life can change.

It made my mind wander as to how I will be remembered when I’m gone? Will others say I took time for them? Did I lend a listening ear? Did I have a servant heart? Could they see Jesus in me?

But it’s my family who I think of most. My husband and children. Will they say I was good to them? Or will they remember me as grouchy, complaining, and discontent?

I am one whose patience level needs a lot of work. Being pregnant lowers my tolerance level, unfortunately 😦 I’ve lost count of the times I’ve lost my temper lately. Bedtime is especially trying. Everyone is tired, but the children seem to get a second wind, and it always feels like a 3 ring circus. Last night I lost my patience with one of them, and spoke very impatiently and unkindly, and caused the tears to come. As I look back at that moment, I think why couldn’t I have been more loving? I do not want my children to remember me losing my cool, and lashing out at them with my words. Each and every moment with them is a memory in the making. Am I making those memories good?

It’s funny the things you remember from childhood. Snippets here and there. A smell, a tone of voice, the way someone spoke to you. I pray that when my children get older, and look back, that the good memories are more than any bad ones they may have.

I’ll close with some pictures. Little tidbits of everyday life that we are blessed to have.